Hearing the other party's words, Remheb nodded: "Yes, I have been coughing since last winter."
"I heard it was lung heat, so I prescribed some medicine, but it didn't seem to be working very well."
The baker quickly said, "Oh! I have some ingredients in my backyard!"
"I bought it from Arab merchants. They said it was a good remedy for respiratory problems."
"Look, why don't you take some back and try it?"
Remheb, somewhat unused to his enthusiasm, simply scratched his head.
"this......"
The baker quickly interrupted him: "Remheb, I'm not trying to please you, it's just...I just remembered something from my childhood and felt that I didn't do the right thing."
"Look, you're the most famous person here now. Everyone is proud of you!"
"I also hope that you will be magnanimous and forgive my past behavior..."
Remheb was silent for a moment, then finally nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll take some back and try."
After saying goodbye to the baker, Remheb continued walking towards home.
As he passed the open-air market in the middle of the block, he was attracted by the noise of a group of children.
Dozens of simply dressed children sat around an old man, listening attentively to something.
The old man looked up and saw him. He was stunned for a moment, then stood up excitedly: "Remheb?!"
"Is that you? Remheb?1"
Remheb recognized the old man who had taught him how to read and write.
"Teacher, I'm back."
The old man was stunned for a long time. He stared at Remheb, as if he couldn't believe that Remheb was really standing in front of him.
"I remember you, kid!"
"I told you, I told you that you have talent, you must cherish it!"
"Look at me now, I have truly become a remarkable figure!"
"Come on, children, take a look! This is the Lord Remheb I told you about!"
The children listened to the old man's words and just looked at Remheb with admiration.
It seemed that the name of Remheb was too lofty for them, and the children seemed to be frozen when they looked at Remheb.
No one spoke, and no one took a step forward.
They just watched quietly.
"I didn't expect you to actually do that! Remheb!"
"You are our pride!"
"Now, I volunteer every week to teach these poor children how to read and write. I think this is a way of continuing our spirit!"
Remheb felt a surge of warmth: "Teacher, you are too kind."
"This is a small gift, please accept it."
The old man thought it was something like food, and took it because it was wrapped in cloth and was the size of his fist.
"Kids! This is the big man from our neighborhood I always talked about!"
"He was learning how to read here just like you guys, but now he's become Kamul's clerk!"
The children looked at Remheb curiously, their eyes filled with more and more yearning and admiration.
After Remheb left, the old man prepared to open the wrapped "food" and share it with the children.
only......
“This! What is this?!”
“So much money?!”
After leaving, Remheb finally arrived at the doorstep.
His father was sitting on a low stool at the door. When he saw his son come back, the old man stood up tremblingly as if struck by lightning.
"Father."
"I'm back."
Tears welled up in his father's eyes: "Remheb, are you back?"
He wanted to reach out and touch Remheb's shoulder, but seemingly because of Remheb's current identity, he slowly retracted his hand.
"My son is now Lord Remheb."
"Oh, you've grown up and matured!"
The father looked at Remheb, seemingly at a loss as to how to start speaking, while Remheb just smiled at his father and bowed slightly.
"Come in quickly, your mother keeps talking about you."
When Remheb stepped into the house, a thin figure came to greet him.
That was his mother. Although she looked haggard, her smile was still as warm as before.
"Oh! Why didn't you tell me you were back?"
When she saw Remheb, his mother's eyes immediately lit up.
Although the furnishings in the house are a bit simple, they are well kept.
On the wall hang several of Remheb's childhood calligraphy works, which are his mother's most cherished treasures.
The mother turned and lifted the lid of a clay jar, revealing a thick stack of papyrus.
"Come and see what I have prepared for you."
"When you were little, you always complained about not having enough papyrus. Now I have saved up a lot. Now that you are in the palace, you don't have to buy papyrus anymore!"
Remheb looked at the thick papyrus and felt a pang of pain in his nose.
"Mother, the papyrus in the palace is free."
“They’ll all provide it.”
The mother insisted, "Oh! You can't always take other people's things even if they don't ask for money!"
"I heard that your current position is very important and you often have to draft important documents. These things are not cheap. I saved money for a long time to buy them."
“I made some of them, but the quality is a little worse…”
Remheb's lips were already moving slightly downward.
He looked at the other side and saw that the clay pot was still full of money that he had asked someone to send home.
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